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douglass-fir · 1 year

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Let's talk about Namjoon who just wants to Feel Pretty.

[18+] Let's talk about Namjoon who might have a secret Pinterest board for lacy, delicate undergarments. Namjoon who spent a little too much time drunk and online, and buys a pretty, pink, lingerie set.

When it arrives in a discreet box, he hardly remembers buying it. He blushes red as he opens the lid and runs his fingers across the lace, the prettiest shade of pink he's ever seen.

He's momentarily mystified before swiftly closing the box, looking around the dorm, and running to his room. He throws the lingerie box on the bed and stares at it.

I mean, it’s already here. Might as well try it on.

So he shuts his bedroom door and clumsily strips, stepping into each tiny piece one by one, pulling the garters taught over the fullness of his thighs. Namjoon can’t help but look in the mirror and blush. The pink bralette is snug, pushing the soft curves of his pecs together. His dusky nipples barely visible and hardened from the rough texture of the lace. He shivers when the loose-fitting strap slinks downward over his shoulder.

He turns around to peek at the round swell of his ass, skin warm and golden against the pink garters, stockings a size too small, making the flesh of his thighs spill over the seam and kiss. He can’t help but chub up at what he sees as he turns back around. His shaft is straining against the lace, curving upward, his tip peeking out past the band, shiny and smooth.

He struggles to adjust the straps properly, and is so engrossed in the process that he misses Yoongi knocking and immediately barging in, a notebook in hand, “Joon-ah you left this in my—”

Yoongi drops the notebook.

Namjoon drops his hands to cover himself. Fruitlessly. “I’m so sorry, god, shit—I—I’m leaving…I'm leaving! Carry on!”

Yoongi steps back and closes the door behind him.

Namjoon is mortified.

Not one to leave things unsettled, he immediately grabs his phone.

NJ: hyung I’m so fucking sorry. NJ: i didn’t mean for anyone to see that. NJ: it was just something i wanted to try. NJ: hyung, fuck, please answer me…

It’s a minute before his phone pings with a response.

YG: joon-ah it’s fine. i should’ve knocked. it’s my fault. YG: i’m glad you’re trying things that make you happy.

Namjoon breathes a sigh of relief.

NJ: please promise you won’t tell anyone. i’m begging.

YG: joon-ah, have i ever shared your secrets?

NJ: no. you haven’t. i’m sorry you had to see that. i’m sorry.

An insufferably long pause lingers before the reply comes through.

YG: as long as we’re being honest here…i’m not.

Namjoon can feel his heartbeat in his thumbs.

NJ: you’re not?

YG: i’m not sorry.

YG: actually, wait. i am sorry for barging in. but you, wearing that fit? should never apologize.

Namjoon might fucking die. He tries to stuff down the panic attached to his long-held crush on his favorite hyung. Yoongi who is always quietly confident in his sexuality. Whose shy, lingering stares feel like 100 pounds on his chest. Another ping on his phone snaps him out of it.

YG: sorry that was forward.

NJ: no, it’s okay. really. thank you i think?

Yoongi is typing. Then stopping. Then typing again. Seconds pass that like feel like hours before more messages come through.

YG: you know… YG: if you need help YG: with adjustments, i mean. fitting… YG: i can help you out. no pressure

The thought of Yoongi’s hands on him in this state send his blood rushing south. Sure, they’ve seen each other naked. It’s hardly avoidable. But like this? Delicate and pretty and /open/ from so many angles?

Never like this. Fuck it.

Namjoon’s hands shake as he types.

NJ: yeah. ok. that would be helpful

He throws the phone on the bed like it’s on fire, clutches his t-shirt to his chest, and waits. This time, the knock is almost silent.

“Joon-ah? Is it okay if I—”

“Yeah. Come in,” Joon croaks.

“Should’ve done that earlier, huh,” Yoongi blushes as he enters and closes the door behind him. “This okay? I just…noticed you needed a little help. This isn’t entirely new to me.”

Namjoon nods his head. “You’ve helped with lingerie fittings?”

Yoongi steps forward. Namjoon’s skin shivers at the first touch of his hands, slinking a finger under the bralette strap, dragging it across his skin as he slips it in place.

“Just my own,” Yoongi says shyly.

“Oh.”

Yoongi blushes, smiling softly as he pulls the straps taught, glancing up briefly to meet Namjoon’s eyes before looking down again. “It feels nice, doesn’t it.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon admits. “Feels different.”

Yoongi clears his throat, keeping his eyes lowered as he works, “Feels different…how?”

Namjoon’s skin is on fire but the adrenaline has him feeling heady, maybe a little brave.

“Pretty,” he says in a low voice. Throat dry. “Feels pretty.”

Yoongi nods knowingly as he bites his lip. He taps his fingertips on it as he contemplates. “Want me to fix the back too?”

Namjoon nods, still gripping the t-shirt as he turns around, revealing the thong snug between the soft curves of his ass.

He hears Yoongi’s breath hitch. “I’ll just uh…adjust the garter straps,” Yoongi breathes as if coaching himself, before Namjoon feels fingers graze his thighs.

Yoongi works silently, but Namjoon’s pulse is thumping loudly in his head, dizzy from the rush of his hyung’s hands on him. Those hands—pink and large, fingers knobby and cool against his warm skin. He’s willing his half-chub to go down and spare him an early grave before he notices Yoongi has stopped moving.

The room is silent.

“Hyung? …You okay?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi breathes. “It’s just…this really suits you, Joon-ah. You’re…you’re beautiful,” he says so close to Namjoon’s skin, he can feel the hot puff of air from his lips.

Namjoon’s every nerve is on edge, feeling so overwhelmed that he fails to hold back the soft “ah—” from his throat as he arches backward, just a hair.

Just enough for Yoongi’s lips to graze his skin.

“Mm sorry—”

“No. No, it’s okay, hyung. I…I like it,” his voice shakes.

Namjoon can feel the air practically vibrating between them, can feel Yoongi’s hands tremble as they return to his skin, grazing his knuckles over his broad shoulders and down the muscular curves of his arms. “Do you like to feel pretty, Joon-ah?”

Namjoon feels like the air has been sucked from the room.

“Yes,” Joon hiccups, just a trace of shame in his voice, but it feels so good to say it out loud. Yoongi presses a feather-light kiss to Namjoon's back. He can feel the wet seam of his lips against his skin, pillowy and warm. He feels kisses trailing across his shoulder blades, hands now running delicately over Namjoon's thighs, tracing the garter straps with his fingertips.

“…Do you want to be pretty for me?” Yoongi whispers.

Joon hears a soft whine before he realizes it’s coming from his own lips.

“I’m gonna need you to use words, pretty.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon trembles, choking on his words. “Wanna be pretty for you.”

“Fuck,” Yoongi hisses. Namjoon feels fingers dig into his hips, feels Yoongi’s forehead tip forward against his back.

“Can I look at you, Joon-ah?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon whispers, breathless as he turns around and starts to lower the t-shirt in his hands, the skin of his chest blooming pink. Yoongi takes the shirt from him and gently drops it to the floor.

“Fucking hell—” he groans as he runs his fingers down Namjoon’s collar bones, dragging downward and pressing his large palms to his chest.

He squeezes and massages the soft flesh, watching it swell over the lace. Namjoon’s head tilts back with a sigh and Yoongi leans forward to graze his nose against his neck. Namjoon jolts as the sensation of his hyung’s fingers sneaking beneath the bralette, seeking out his nipples and squeezing gently before groaning into his neck. Namjoon nearly loses his balance, and Yoongi takes a hand and wraps it around him, digging his fingertips into the flesh of his ass and pulling it forward.

“Ah—ah-” Namjoon whines as their hips collide and he feels the tip of his cock exposed, peeking through the lace, rubbing up against the soft cotton of Yoongi’s t-shirt. “Hyung if you keep going like this I’m gonna come—”

Yoongi gets on his toes, pushing forward to press his lips against Joon’s ear. “Want you to come. Want to see you all flushed and pretty for me, get your pretty panties all dirty—”

“Fuck—fucking shit—” Namjoon feels dizzy, losing his balance again and tumbling back onto the bed. Yoongi follows him down, urging him further onto the bed until they hit the pillows.

They stop to catch their breath, Namjoon smiling in embarrassment and covering his face. Yoongi is having none of it—using his nose to nuzzle away Namjoon’s hands and pressing their lips together.

And it’s…so soft.

None of the frantic energy from moments ago. Just dragging their lips together, Namjoon getting lost in the feeling and comparing the softness of Yoongi’s lips against years of fleeting daydreams. His senses are electrified, savoring every detail.

The deep sighs that escape Yoongi’s lips, tickling his ears. The way his lithe body fits against his, the way Yoongi’s long fingers thread through his hair hold him like something precious.

It’s so much more than he imagined.

“My pretty Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi whispers fondly as he comes up for air. He flashes a gummy smile before dipping down and gently kissing down his jawline to his neck. “Let me make you feel good?”

“I’m not gonna last long, hyung—I can’t—”

But Yoongi is already snaking downward, sitting on Namjoon’s thighs. He leans forward and nuzzles the lace wrapped tightly against his cock, a featherlight touch. Joon feels warm breath against his cock and he’s throbbing, peeking further from the lace, twitching at the sensation.

Yoongi works upward and parts his lips in a soft 'O', letting the wet, fleshy part of his mouth linger on the tip before snaking his tongue around the top. Namjoon’s balls draw up tight, “Hyung—I’m gonna—”

Yoongi begins to nuzzle the lace-covered shaft again. “Go ahead pretty,” he groans. “Come for hyung, do it—”

Namjoon snaps, body pulsing in waves, hips jerking, ropes of white shooting upward and pooling on his skin.

Yoongi leans back and watches in awe, slackjawed, lazily milking Namjoon with one hand, sighing gentle encouragements as he palms himself through his shorts with the other.

Namjoon takes a deep breath, returning to earth before looking at Yoongi fondly. He reaches out and pulls him forward by the arms with a slight jerk, leaning upward to kiss him hard.

“Hyung, want you to come on me,” he pants.

“Yeah?”

“C'mon,” Joon works frantically, pushing Yoongi’s shorts down and releasing his cock and god it’s gorgeous. Long and slim and pink and fits perfectly in his hand.

Yoongi's soft thighs trap Joon in. He cries out when Namjoon begins to work his cock, “Close Joon-ah, I’m so close—”

“Want you to come on my tits, hyung,” Namjoon says, delirious, breathing into Yoongi’s mouth, jerking him in long, deliberate strokes, hands wet with his own release.

“Been such a good hyung, made me feel so pretty, don’t you wanna come for me?” he says as he thumbs the tip.

And that’s all it takes, Yoongi’s voice cracks as he spills over the edge, falling forward against Joon's neck and dirtying the delicate lace of Namjoon’s bralette.

And then he laughs.

They’re both laughing, pressing their foreheads together. Giggling from the high of it all.

“You’re pretty good at that, hyung,” Namjoon chuckles.

“Well…the first one’s free. Further garment adjustments may cost you.”

"Ouch," Namjoon scoffs, before leaning forward to press their lips together.

“However, I am a man of business," Yoongi adds. "But for someone as pretty as you, I’ll offer a discount."

“Thank you,” Namjoon playfully bites his lip. “Hmm…maybe next time, we can both be pretty?” Namjoon asks as he raises his brow. "You know, if you want."

Yoongi laughs and covers his face, blushing and nodding bashfully.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay, baby. It's a deal.”

Namjoon lifts a hand to trace his cheek.

He thinks it's the prettiest shade of pink he's ever seen.

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deepslowpanicfics · 1 year

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♡ deepslowpanic Namgi Fics ♡

#namgi #namgi fic #namgi fanfic #namgi fanfiction #bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #fanfiction #kim namjoon #min yoongi #fanfiction masterlist #deepslowpanic fics

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infinitesoleil · 1 year

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Enough

Moodboard by minaboo (@/minteasope)

This was written for namgi bingo 2021.

Title: Enough

Rating: General

Pairing: Namgi

Tags: Arospec Character, Queer Platonic Partnership, Fluff

Words: 1,378

Summary:

Yoongi loves Namjoon in his own way. Namjoon loves him, too, and that’s enough for Yoongi.

Link:

#bts fanfic #namgi fic #infinitesoleil on ao3 #namgi #namgi fanfic #namgi fluff #arospec yoongi #bts fic #namjoon x yoongi #arospec character

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fingeringweightyarn · 1 year

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before and after (Namgi, rate E, 2.2k)

Jungkook had been taking an online photography course for a while now and he got a new assignment: “Before and After.” None of his ideas felt good enough until Yoongi kissed Jungkook into the sheets of his own bed.

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It’s easy, possibly the easiest thing he’s ever done, making love to Yoongi. As he pushes himself in slowly, hand stroking the bent knees pressing up against his chest, he feels like the luckiest man in the world.

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#namgi #namgi fic #bts fanfic #min yoongi #yoongi #kim namjoon #namjoon #bts fan ficton #bangtan #bts smut #namgi fanfic

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hobimo · 1 year

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The Arrival of the Birds

Summary:

It's been raining for days. That's not new for Namjoon.

The man with blue hair is, though.

read it here

#mine #my fics #namgi #fanfic #the arrival of the birds #lowkey this is the proudest ive ever been of a mb and im forever chasing that high #lets see if tumblr ruins the quality of the pic!!!!!#birds #fairy wren #namgi fanfic

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fuzings · 2 months

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MOONLIGHT

namjoon isn't a superstitious person, but he finds a stranger just when he needs him and it leads him to think that maybe the universe is indeed onto something.

PAIRING. kim namjoon & min yoongi.

RATING. general audiences.

WORD COUNT. 1.7k words.

TAGS. first meetings, strangers to lovers, slice of life, soul-searching.

#click the title for the link!#bts ao3 fanfiction #bts fanfiction #namgi fic #namgi au #namgi fanfiction #namgi #bts fanfic #bts au fanfic #namgi fanfic

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celokjin · 1 year

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Queen's First Crown by wannythefanboy

#celokjin recommends #short oneshots #ao3 #namgi fanfic #namgi #bts fanfic #fanfic

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kithtaehyung · 10 months

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mami (m) (teaser) | myg/knj

— “then hurry up, mami. gimme one more for luck.”

title: mami (teaser) pairing: battle rappers!myg/knj x reader(f) , slight jhs x reader(f)😛 rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; battle rap au , roommates au summary: turns out, two of the guys you’ve been hooking up with are battle rappers. and roommates. and the most competitive gd people you’ve ever met. warnings for fic: [redacted] lmfaooooo🥴🥴🥴 warnings for teaser: cursing, yoongi’s fit, dirty talk, namjoon deserves his own gd warning throughout this whole fic so it’s included in the teaser warnings, too :^)) note: fuuuuuuck me lol. this is also gonna have some heavy 00s vibes so let’s fcking go🦋 est. drop date: jul-aug 2023 est. word count: 15-20k taglist: join here (will be checking blogs!) —18+ teaser below if you want to read :)) drops you right in the middle! minors dni.

Weeks go by and you keep your options super open, with the occasional run-in with Yoongi and the strangely refreshing dates with Namjoon.

As much as you want things to move forward with the latter, he’s kept every meet-up early and short, always checking his phone with pure concentration before heading out.

Did you think about whether or not he had a girl already? Absolutely. But just being able to have nice dinners and talk was pretty fucking harmless considering.

If he finally decides to cave in and split you in two, maybe you’ll re-evaluate. But you hope that happens sooner rather than later because you are aching to feel anything he’d give you.

That and the frustrating fact that he looks more and more attractive with every damn date.

Speaking of attractive things…

One dingy, smoke-filled event on south side, just as you were cussing someone out for slapping your ass, it was Yoongi that shocked you by stepping in, quietly shielding you and taunting,

“You wanna try that again?”

“Fuck outta here, man. Just having a good time.”

When your surprise of a savior aims one slitted eye over his shoulder, he asks,

“You having fun?”

And your arms fold in calm revenge. “Not with him.”

“Didn’t think so.” Turning back around, Yoongi simply eases, “I’ll let you off this time, but only cus she’s listening.”

Your blink is immediate.

“But I better not see your sorry ass anywhere near her by the time I get on stage.”

Safe to say, it didn’t matter if he saw that guy or not.

Because he definitely saw you after the show, right before you tugged his stupid tracksuit into the nearest bathroom.

Ever since the first, all your dates with Namjoon have been innocent.

So it sends shivers across your arms when low words slip into your ear. Words so spiced that they cause your thighs to squirm on the cheap vinyl booth you both occupy,

“I gotta say… I didn’t expect us to talk this much.”

Breath hitching, you slowly turn, fixated on the veins running down his arms while admiring the way neon lights make rainbows of his chains. Not giving much of your own thoughts away, you simply ask,

“This time? Or at all?”

“Honestly?” His smile coats you in a layer of warmth. Which is strange considering how frozen you really feel. “I don’t usually do dates.”

What?

You’ve never moved away so quick. “Wait, really?”

“Oh, shit. Was that bad to say?”

“No, I”—pure relief juts out of your mouth—“Neither do I.”

“No fuckin’ way,” Namjoon challenges with a grin, shaking his head when you nod multiple times. “Nah. You can’t tell me your fine ass has never gone out before.”

“First of all,” you tut, smirking at his true nature coming through, “This ass has been taken out more times than yours.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” Flipping your head, you give him a mocking once-over, feigning boredom even though you wanna mount those goddamn thighs and ride them into next Wednesday. “I just don’t waste my time dating.”

“Then why’d you keep coming?”

“Why’d you keep asking?”

At your coy tone, Namjoon’s smile grows and grows, and you’re enjoying where this is going an obscene, frightening amount.

Instead of responding, he simply lifts an arm to skirt knuckles right up the front of your dress, finally looping one under the necklace dangling from your neck. When he presses a bold thumb down, you cease breathing as he softly tugs forward, your entire body following without resistance.

And just as your lips hover against his, he challenges,

“Cus if I asked you anything else, you would’ve ran.”

Oh, fuck.

Butterflies scatter at his insinuation, and they fall victim to his honeyed smirk when you taunt,

“Try me.”

What the hell is he gonna say? Based on your earlier conversations, you could tell he has a way with words. You don’t have to spell a single thing out for him, that’s for damn sure.

The look you get is pure sin before he moves to your ear, his mouth hidden from the rest of the bar and hot breath stroking your neck. Anticipation keeps your body fully alert, and yet it still doesn’t prepare you for whatever comes out of this dude’s mouth.

“Like if you’d ever let me paint those tits.”

The fuck.

“Or if you’d let me be the first to make you squirt.”

The fuck?

Your exhale comes out stilted before stuttering out, and your chest physically heaves because—

“What, that’s all it takes to make you shy?”

Holy shit. You haven’t felt this way in years.

Truthfully, you can’t even think up an inkling of a response.

Because the hand on your necklace slides downward, a finger lowering your dress bit. By bit. By bit.

Before letting it spring back with a snap.

tbc. :)

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axigailxo · 2 years

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all night | knj ft. myg

pairing. namjoon x switch!reader x yoongi

genre. smut, idol!joon, idol!yoongi, pwp | 18+ |

w.c. 4.5k

summary. in which listening to music during a smoke sesh with your best friends namjoon and yoongi in the studio turns into much more

contains. use of marijuana, studio sex, threesome, handjob, degrading, m. oral, edging, m. masturbation, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, creampie, f. fingering, f. nipple play, mentions of exhibitionism, overstimulation, manhandling (namjoon is FED tf up), yoongi shows no mercy either, which results in: squirting<3

“come to my studio, magic happens” -🎵

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“I almost forgot how fucking good this song was.”

Exhaling the smoke you inhaled before speaking, you turn slightly to retrieve the blunt back from Yoongi.

Cooped up next to him on the small sofa in Namjoon’s studio, Namjoon grins at your words as he reclines further back into his desk chair that’s facing the two of you.

“You just like the words you pervert.”

You cough mid-hit, frantically handing the blunt back to Yoongi as you use your free hand to flick Namjoon off.

“That or The Weekend is just hot so anything he sings is—“

“You think he’s hot?” Yoongi interrupts. You smirk as you bring one hand over to ruffle his fluffy hair, messing it up. He gives you a blank expression and passes the blunt to Namjoon instead of you. Giggling, you blow the smoke into his face.

“Jealous?”

“I’m sure if you moaned in a song I’d call it hot too,” you make sure to add purely for his sake.

“Really?” A suddenly excited Yoongi perks up.

Namjoon rolls his eyes at the banter taking place in front of him, taking a rather harsh drag before disrupting it.

“Y/N just likes songs about fucking,” he nods over to you, “admit it.”

You scoff at his accusation, hand landing on your chest in mock offense.

“A little bold are we?”

Namjoon only smirks, dimples showcased prominently on his relaxed features despite the heavy fog that’s clouding up the small studio.

“I gotta piss,” Yoongi mumbles as he attempts to stand up, large hands playfully shoving you to the side to allow him room to escape. Namjoon reaches over to hand you the blunt, simultaneously blocking Yoongi from passing through— merely just to piss him off. It works as he rolls his eyes, giving the younger man a deathly glare.

“Hurry up, the songs almost over,” you call out as Yoongi finally makes it to the door.

“Then replay it?” Yoongi suggests, deadpanned as usual, just before his body disappears through the small crack of the door, hurriedly shutting it behind him to prevent any smoke from getting out.

Kicking your feet up on the now empty space beside you, you position yourself to lay flat on your back before turning your head to face Namjoon, a mischievous grin on your face.

“Go on…” you tell him, eyes gesturing to the phone on his lap that’s connected to the speaker.

Namjoon understands the underlying intent in your grin as well as instructions all too well as the song you’re listening to, Valerie by The Weekend, starts off with moaning.

“Fucking pervert.” He chuckles to himself with a shake of his head, nonetheless pressing the replay button.

The blunt is almost at the end of its life, so you take one soft drag before reaching your hand out to pass it over to Namjoon, letting him do the honors.

You face the ceiling, eyes blissfully shutting and soaking in the music, and it surprises Namjoon when you sing along. Well— maybe not sing. It surprises him when you moan along.

“Mm… so good.” You trail off, referring to the song of course.

You know slightly what you’re doing, but you consider it banter. A joke. So your eyes go wide when you turn your head and see Namjoon’s large hands covering his crotch area as if he’s trying to hide it from you, the now-dead blunt tucked between his index and middle fingers.

“No fucking way...” you mutter with evident shock to your tone, slight humor but overall seriousness.

“Joonie… are you—“

“You can’t do shit like that, Y/N.” He exhales, an airy chuckle of disbelief following. “Look what you did. It’s fuckin’ getting hard now.”

Trailing your eyes back to his hands, you struggle to get a glimpse of what he’s referring to. You decide to entertain the situation, too high to tell yourself not to.

“Well are you gonna move your hands?” you ask nonchalantly, words being something of a whisper.

He only scoffs, interpreting your words as more banter. “Are you saying you want to see my print?”

The mood is lighthearted and humorous, playful almost, but you’re dead serious when you say “yeah.”

Namjoon tenses up, gulping as he examines your sprawled-out body on the sofa, replaying your soft-spoken tone in his head.

Eyes on yours, yours on his hands, he uncovers his bulge and your bottom lip finds sanctuary in between your teeth.

The song is doing no justice to the sudden tension that overpowers the fading smoke surrounding the room, suffocating you both in an immense cloud of temptation. It’s you who falls victim to the thick air as you let your hand travel to your jacket zipper, your focus set on him as you tug it down.

Namjoon’s eyes are heavy lidded, cheeks hallowed out as he bites on the insides of them, quickly reaching behind to blindly flick the roach of a blunt onto the rolling tray atop his desk before bringing his free hand back to settle on his bugle- this time for a different reason.

He watches your fingers intently as you knock the heavy material off of your shoulders, revealing your white tight-fitting camisole, no bra.

“My turn.”

Bringing your hands to your breasts, you trace over your erect nipples, flicking them slowly until you're whimpering in front of Namjoon’s gaze, noticing how his hand begins to rub against him harder.

“Y/N…” he breathes, whiney almost, and you smirk in response.

“Hm?”

He doesn’t answer, eyes fixated on your breasts until he adverts them to your leg that’s rising up.

You tease your fingertips against the skin of your inner thigh, your attention fully on Namjoon’s reaction. You see how useless his palming is for him as he’s blatantly aching for something more. Something other than his own hand rubbing against his clothed cock.

That’s when your leg comes down, your body sits up, and just like that you’re kneeling on the ground and crawling over to him on his desk chair.

Namjoon gasps with almost no volume at your sudden action and proximity, eyes widening the slightest as he questions your intent.

“Y-yoongi will be back any second,” he attempts to alert you, but you only continue running a hand up his thigh.

He hesitantly removes his hand from his bulge, allowing yours to replace it. It’s crazy how drastic the change is, and he flinches at the pleasure that comes from your touch.

You do exactly what he was doing, rubbing your palm against his stern bulge through his pants, eyes slowly flicking up to his only to see them shut and head lolled back.

“I’m barely even touching you baby.”

Your words choke him up and trigger something within him, his hips jolting upwards to rub himself harder against your palm. A tiny grunt escapes from between his clenched teeth.

You can see the desperation in him taking charge, and you’re so ready to submit to it, but the faint beeping sound of the studio door’s keypad being clicked fills the once-intoxicating air. You don’t stop, though. And it turns Namjoon on more than you know.

In comes a frantic Yoongi, hurriedly closing the door behind him as he speaks with a lost breath.

“Staff looked suspicious as fuck at the smell but I saved your asses, you’re welco—“

You look up at Namjoon, and he looks over to Yoongi to which Yoongi looks down at you. He blinks a few times to ensure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him, and when he confirms the sight of your hand on Namjoons cock- his heartbeat stills.

“Thank you,” you respond to his cut-off statement, acting as if the scene playing out in front of him isn’t what it is.

You can feel Namjoons cock twitch beneath your stilled hand, so you continue to palm him softly just as he begins to speak.

“H-hyung, I— fuck Y/N.”

Yoongi hasn’t moved an inch. His mouth is parted and he’s frozen in spot, presumably trying to comprehend everything.

“I uh…” his voice comes out dry and raspy, so he clears his throat before trying again. “I can come back if you two want, I didn’t know—”

“Why would you leave?” you ask innocently, turning to face Yoongi for the first time in this encounter. He’s met with your dark, lustful eyes (which contradicts the red tinge significantly might I add) and he absentmindedly licks over his bottom lip. “We’re just playing around.”

At your words, Yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion- almost falling for your words despite how odd of a “game” this would be, only to be mistakened as you suddenly take your shirt off, no bra.

“Come play with us?”

That’s when his eyes felt like they’d burst out of their sockets, but despite the feeling, his expression was blank. This was enough to make you wonder what the hell he was thinking because you couldn’t read his face.

Although all questions go answered when your gaze travels down his body and to his growing erection.

You sharply inhale.

Your face lights up in a smirk despite the nerves that are engulfing you, and you thank the cannabis for giving you the courage to say your next words.

“Fuck me?” you ask both men, head going back and forth between them for your eyes to innocently meet each of theirs.

Namjoon is the first to react, cock twitching as he delicately lifts your hand off of him, settling it on his thigh as he maneuvers his belt open. You hear faint, hesitant footsteps approaching, and every hair on your skin rises when you feel the coldness of Yoongi’s fingers against your neck. Guiding your hair to one side as Namjoon guides his cock out of his boxers, you find yourself arching your back against Yoongi’s legs behind you.

Your eyes navigate up to Namjoon’s, and you keep them there even when Yoongi grabs your jaw and tilts it back until the top of your head is digging against his lower stomach. You flick your eyes up to his instead when he pokes his thumb against your bottom lip, slowly easing it into your mouth.

“Open,” Yoongi whispers, tone almost overcoming Namjoon’s occasional whimpers of underlying plead.

You suction around him until you feel the webbing of his thumb against your lip, the tip of his thumb on a mission towards the back of your tongue. It’s not long until he makes it there, and just as you gag slightly- your hand is lifted from Namjoon’s thigh and guided directly to his erection.

Namjoon keeps his hand over yours as he directs your fingers to wrap around him, controlling the first couple of strokes before letting go and letting you touch him on your own. Yoongi’s thumb was now rubbing your own spit against your bottom lip, and both men become audible when you tilt your head down to choke yourself on Yoongi’s thumb again.

“Holy fuck… ’m too fuckin high for this,” Yoongi mumbles after a whimper he tried his best not to let out.

“Told you she was a slut…” Namjoon chuckles.

You cough against Yoongi’s finger, and he’s quick to drag it out to allow you to catch your breath.

The mere fact that they’ve discussed this before was something you couldn’t quite believe, and as derogatory as your friend's words were, you can’t help the way it made you feel. You can’t help the sensation it sent between your thighs either.

“You didn’t believe him?” You suddenly ask Yoongi, tilting your head back up to face him in the awkward upside down angle.

“What?”

“When he apparently said I was a slut- you didn’t believe him?”

Yoongi thinks over your question, then he glances at Namjoon, nodding at him for a reason you couldn’t understand since you weren’t able to see the smirk and determined nod Namjoon gave to him.

“Not in the slightest,” he tests, thumb tracing your lips again.

You scoff, and without any warning, you bring your head back down and direct his hand away as you let your lips latch onto Namjoon’s tip, eyes shut as you wait for him to remove his hand from his shaft- and when he does you sink down.

“Ah—“

You smile at the way Namjoon flinches, coming up only for the second it takes to spit onto his swollen tip before sinking right back down.

As you bring a hand to stroke the base that you couldn’t quite take, Yoongi tangles his hand in your hair, holding on tight enough to direct and control your speed.

“Just like that baby, keep sucking his dick like a fucking slut.”

Namjoon seems to react at the general sight in front of him, his abdomen clenching when he sees the tears brimming at your ducts all because Yoongi is showing no mercy on you.

You let your tongue trace over and discover every vain and ridge on his cock, not having much time to salvage the feeling when Yoongi is directing you to go so fast. You hum when you reach your gag limit, free hand blindly reaching behind you to tap Yoongi’s leg in signal.

“Fuck…” you attempt to breathe, the sudden gust of air is cool against your slobbered chin.

Yoongi soothes over your now-tangled hair with the flat of his hands, and Namjoon lazily looks down- chest still struggling to catch a subtle pace- hooking his index finger underneath your chin as he uses his thumb to wipe some of the spit.

“That was so fucking hot…” Yoongi purrs.

“Mm… so fucking slutty too,” Namjoon adds.

You giggle softly at their words of appraisal, once again clenching around nothing as you have been for the past however many minutes.

Placing your hands on Namjoon’s thighs, you push yourself up and turn around. Face to face with almost no gap in between you, you place a hand on Yoongi’s chest.

“You,” you say before pointing behind him, “on the couch.”

He looks down at the hand placed on his chest, chuckling smugly before turning around to head for the couch, having muttered a sly and entertained “yes ma’am.”

“And you,” you turn back to Namjoon, his cock still swollen against his lower stomach as he hazily looks up at you, ready to get on his knees if that’s what you want. And it is.

“On your knees in front of the couch, go.”

Same as Yoongi, he chuckles at your authoritative aura, nonetheless complying as you settle over to join Yoongi on said sofa. The older man had taken the initiative to remove his heavy hoodie, leaving nothing but a too-tight t-shirt that’s straining against his chest. You fit yourself into his lap, his thighs on either side of yours as your back leans onto his chest and you can feel his hard bulge against your lower back.

Namjoon follows Yoongi’s lead, tearing his top off as he inches up towards you on his knees. The sight of his upper body plus his fully out and erect dick makes your mouth water, and Yoongi could feel how you press your thighs together.

“Now what, ma’am?” Namjoon asks, underlying humor in his tone when he spoke the authoritative title. You scoff when Yoongi chuckles at it.

“It’s all fun n games til’ I don’t let either of you cum.”

It’s your turn to laugh as both men go quiet, and their sudden compliance makes you so fucking wet.

“Take my pants off…” you softly instruct Namjoon as you let one hand reach up to cup Yoongi’s jaw. “…panties too,” you add just before connecting lips with an eager Yoongi.

It’s soft and sweet, and Yoongi didn’t expect you to bite his lip so lewdly upon Namjoon manhandling your pants off.

His long fingertips pry their way into your waistband, aggressively tearing them down the length of your legs until they’re bunched at your ankles. It was so quick that you didn’t realize he took your panties off too until you felt a hand toying with your slit.

“She’s soaked…” Yoongi speaks against your lips, alerting Namjoon.

You gasp as you look down to see his large hand playing with your vulva, Namjoon sat in front of you with hunger displayed prominently on his features.

“Need your mouth Joonie,” you tell him, almost innocently. Yoongi moans at this, his fingers that were already on your cunt spread you open, and Namjoon’s breath is felt against your clit until he closes his lips around it.

Suctioning slightly, you don’t get to let out the yelp you so badly needed to as Yoongi was quick to resume your kiss.

The pleasure isn’t unbearable yet, but you consider it to be halfway there when Yoongi brings his free hand to harshly squeeze onto your breast, massaging roughly until his fingers begin to toy with your nipple, softly flicking and rolling it between his two fingers.

Namjoon notices how overwhelmed you’re becoming from Yoongi as well as his own subtle licks, and that powers him to go quicker. Tongue lapping your clit, occasionally slipping into your hole, you arch against Yoongi’s chest until his free hand is prying you down, whispering against your lips to “take it like a slut.”

Namjoon shows some mercy by slowing down, his full attention reserved on your glistening bud when he pulls away for air. He flicks over it with the tip of his middle finger before sinking the digit lower, making it disappear inside of you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he curls it, and you let out a rather noisy shriek when Yoongi uses four fingers to rub against your clit- Namjoon adding another digit to your core.

“Mm, I can’t last like this—“ you whine, your breathing is frantic and your pitch is higher than ever. “Slower! I’m gonna… Fuck!”

The feeling that was rushing through your body was denied its release when both men, in sync, stopped their movements completely. You let out a sadistic laugh, dark eyes on Namjoon’s.

“You’re gonna what? Cum?” Namjoon tests as Yoongi teasingly bites at your neck.

Ignoring his words, you only bite back a smirk as you maneuver yourself to turn around and straddle Yoongi’s lap. You give him no warning when you reach into his sweats, stroking him through his boxers for just enough time to feel the wet patch in them until you’re taking him out completely, basking in his subtle whimpers as you smear his precum around with your thumb.

“C’mere,” you say loud enough for Namjoon to know it’s directed to him. “Sit right there,” you nod to the empty space beside you and Yoongi.

He does as told, mouth parted as he watches you handle Yoongi’s cock, goosebumps igniting him when he sees how you begin to line him up with your cunt.

“Play with yourself while I ride him, and don’t cum.”

The room is filled with three different sounds of pleasure when you sink down onto Yoongi, Namjoon watching intently as he syncs his pace on himself with your rhythm.

Yoongi hisses as the feeling of your lukewarm walls suffocating him in such a lewd and wanting way. Namjoon can only imagine how it feels, tightening his grip on himself to mimic it to the best of his abilities.

“So tight, Y/N…” Yoongi almost cries, but he redeems himself with a solid grunt, tucking his face into your neck.

Namjoon wishes it was him crying under you. Wishes it was his thick cock being bounced on ever so roughly. And you, you are head empty as you are in the clouds- soaking in the subtle euphoria that comes from just riding your best friend's dick.

However, you're brought to attention when you hear Namjoon moan your name, hips jolting profusely in spot as his hand trembles the slightest.

“Please.”

You could easily guess what he was referring to, but with an evil grin, you thought it was best to act clueless.

“Please what?”

“Let me cum.”

You suck in through your teeth when Yoongi’s own hips falter, his tip spiking right against where you crave it the most. The feeling is too good to get rid of, so you slow your pace and prolong the moment.

“I don’t think I wanna cum yet… his cock feels so good you have no idea.”

Yoongi blushes beneath you, cheekily placing a chaste kiss on your nipple before teasingly biting it with little to no pressure.

“Y/N.” Namjoon pries.

Yoongi glances over at the younger man, seeing how vulnerable and fucked-out he looks beneath his own touch. He almost pities him for a second, but then he’s brought back to his own pleasure when you bounce a little too hard on his dick and he chokes out a moan.

“Shit, I might cum if you do that again.”

Processing his words, you do it again.

Hips rising, you slam them back down onto him harshly- his whine being even louder than the sound of your skin slapping together. With his cock buried inside of you, balls pressing against your entrance, you roll your hips until he’s frantically feeling out your body in search of something to hold. He lands on your ass, squeezing almost painfully as his high shoots out of him and deep into you, his agape mouth frozen and eyes on a different planet.

Namjoon’s defeated huff shoots your eyes off of the hazed Yoongi and to him, giggling when you see his hand is no longer stroking himself.

“What’s the matter? Gave up?”

“Wanna feel you. Please.”

Exaggeratedly sighing, you ignore him for a moment as you go to grab Yoongi’s jaw and direct his head up and off of the sofa’s backrest, aligning your mouths together and placing a sloppy yet meaningful kiss on his lips.

“Thank you for coming so hard for me,” you whisper against his lips, his eyes still lazily shut in bliss. He only hums in response and with that, you carefully ease his softening cock out of you, feel the warm cum slipping out, and to your surprise- Yoongi’s fingers navigate to your core to stuff it right back in.

“Fuck him good,” Yoongi says as you settle beside Namjoon, now sitting in between the two men. Namjoon rolls his eyes at Yoongi’s banter, desperately eyeing you as you contemplate what to do with him.

“Do you even deserve to fuck me? I was so ready to cum earlier and you denied me.”

“Call it even.”

You scoff, eyes shamelessly flicking down to his aching cock. You feel Yoongi’s eyes on you, and so you straighten your posture as you try your absolute best to sound as seductive as possible when you say,

“But your cock did taste really good…”

Namjoon keeps his puppy eyes intact, hoping you cave and just finally allow his cock the release it so badly needs.

“Think I wanna taste it some more.”

Shifting your knees back onto the sofa, you kneel beside him, ass facing Yoongi as you recline down to align your mouth with Namjoon. Yoongi can’t resist tracing the fingerprints he left, and you giggle at the gesture as you place a soft peck on Namjoon’s tip.

Namjoon lets out the softest of whimpers as your tongue jets out and lands on his shaft, slowly licking him from tip to base and base to tip. Although his series of soft whimpers is quick to transform into something deeper when Yoongi’s fingers ease into your wet cunt- your moan emanating a vibration onto his cock.

“H-hyung go faster on her,” Namjoon speaks up, relishing in the way your throat tightens around his tip and mouth vibrates against his shaft at each moan.

The sight is so filthy, and you know if anyone were to walk in they’d not only smell the evidence of smoke but also see you getting finger fucked while you suck dick- you’d all be done for. But something about that very scene playing out drives you absolutely wild, and Yoongi can feel your pussy clench around his fingers at the mere thought.

If the room weren’t soundproof, you’d be moaning as loud as possible in hopes you do get caught.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum—” Namjoon speaks through a sharp inhale, tone frantic as his chest heaves. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

You feel his cock tense inside of your mouth, and despite the curl of Yoongi’s fingers in you, you resist a moan because you know that will trigger his orgasm. Instead, you stop completely, pulling back slowly and tortuously all while staring directly into his frantic, dark eyes.

And just as a smirk begins to pull at the corners of your lips, any further words or breaths are cut short as Namjoon’s hand grasps your neck, igniting a gasp that robs you of all oxygen, and somehow flips you back first onto the sofa. Having stood up in the process, he now stares down at you with one knee above your head- cock directly in front of your face. He grasps his shaft, angling his tip to your parted lips as he strokes hard and fast.

One look at Yoongi was all it took for the older man to understand, mimicking Namjoon’s stance and placing one knee on the sofa as he stood up straight on the other. Guiding your leg onto his shoulder, his fingers continued their strum on your cunt, pace almost inhumane as you whine “t-too much!”

Your cries bring Namjoon closer to the edge, stroking himself even faster than before as your hips jolt and buckle under Yoongi’s touch.

“I-I’m cumming, Yoongi. S-stop now…”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and everything is a foggy haze when your orgasm spills out of you- Yoongi still rubbing you frantically like it hasn’t.

You don’t see how Namjoon’s jaw drops and pace falters, and all goes black when something shoots out of you. The feeling is only enhanced by Namjoon’s webs of pleasure pooling onto miscellaneous spots of your face, especially your lips.

Yoongi’s fingers stop, and your clit throbs, and yet whatever you just did felt so fucking good that you still can’t open your eyes.

“Holy f—“

“You just squirted…” Yoongi notes in awe, just as out of breath as you and Namjoon.

Your eyes widen, instantly trailing down Yoongi’s figure and seeing the aftermath of your sudden liquids now in the form of water droplets running down his abdomen.

“Shit… I’m sorry—“

“Sorry?” Namjoon chuckles from above you, and you look up. His cock has yet to soften but his aura definitely has. He places a hand on your jaw and gently caresses your cheek. “Don’t be sorry, that was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.”

His thumb trails against your bottom lip, collecting his own orgasm and telling you “open,” before wiping it onto your tongue. You suck all remains off and swallow, eyes blissfully shutting once again.

“We should smoke together more often…” Yoongi mumbles as he sits back down in his original spot, directing your legs onto his lap.

“I’ll bring the speaker,” Namjoon adds, earning a giggle from you.

“And I’ll bring the song suggestions,” you joke, both men snickering lazily in exhaustion.

Namjoon grabs his Yoongi’s hoodie from the floor, using it to gently clean your face up before sitting down beside you, positioning your head to rest in his lap.

Maybe your music preference isn’t too bad after all, Yoongi silently thinks to himself with a grin.

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a/n: i rly wanna say this is the smuttiest smut i’ve ever written but it was just another day in the office lmao. hope you enjoyed luvs! do all the things if u did <3

*kind of proofread, kinda not*

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ze-eternalmarsh · 2 months

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Name: And Action!

Ship: Namgi (Namjoon/Yoongi) - BTS

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Wordcount: 4k

Type: One Shot

Tags: A/B/O, Werewolves, Fantasy, Smut, Friends to Lovers

Summary:

Werewolves Actors Omega!Yoongi and Alpha!Namjoon have been best friends for years.

However, what happens when they are told to act out a sex scene together?

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yeh-kaali-kaali-ankhein · 1 year

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NAMGI brothers who were hit hard by puberty 😩

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trancyzp · 9 months

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ʚ nosso encontro ɞ

・04/08/23・doada para taeluminado [doação]

#capa para social spirit #capa para fanfic #capa de fanfic #capa para spirit #capa para fic #capa colagem #colagem #capa de spirit #design com colagem #yoongi #namjoon #namgi #trancyz #2023

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elleomoonchild · 10 months

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Fevered Honey - a Namgi omegaverse AU

Namjoon was tired of spending his heats alone, but he didn’t have much luck attracting alphas. Maybe it was his ‘bigger than omega average’ size or his overly sweet scent or naturally shy demeanor, but Namjoon just hadn’t found the connection he’d always craved with an alpha. But as he got older his heats became more unbearable to deal with alone…

Which was how he found himself at the city's most luxurious and exclusive heat/rut hotel…being taken care of by the alpha of his dreams.

Min Yoongi was a smaller alpha, with a cute face and intense eyes. A deep voice and big hands and heavy scent that left Namjoon feeling dizzy. He was the perfect choice for a heat partner…but as Yoongi treats Namjoon like he’s always wanted the omega will find it hard to separate his heart from what is meant to be only a business transaction.

#namgi #bts namgi #omega namjoon #alpha yoongi #omegaverse #bts omegaverse au #ao3 fanfic #Namgi ao3 #namgi fic

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crystalsnow95z · 9 months

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Sickie: Namjoon with stomach flu (vomit, fever)

Caretaker; mostly Yoongi and Jin

"Let's do one more run-through before the real thing tomorrow." J-hope's voice echos in the empty stadium. Namjoon was still trying to catch his breath from them doing idol, deciding where they would gather to do the chorus.

"Namjoon-ah are you okay?" Jin asks, rubbing the back of the rapper's neck. "You want some water? You seem really tired today."

Namjoon takes the water gratefully. "Yeah, I'm still jet lagged, that's all. I'll be fine by tomorrow. I'll just go to bed early tonight."

Namjoon struggles through the choreography, feeling nauseated. (I should've eaten something on the plane..) He was glad they weren't taking it seriously. Only trying to get the positions correctly, his smaller movements going unnoticed.

"Well done, everyone!" J-hope bows to the backup dancers, the other members doing the same, except for Namjoon who only bows his head.

"Are you okay, Joon-ah?" Yoongi asks. "You're looking pale."

"Yeah, I just need to eat. My stomach hurts." Namjoon rubs his gurgling stomach. "I didn't eat much before we left Korea, and I didn't eat on the plane."

"We'll eat soon. I'll ask staff to order us something while we're on our way." Yoongi leads Namjoon to one of the cars.

"What's wrong with Namjoonie hyung?" Jungkook asks when he notices Yoongi leading him.

"He did the practice on an empty stomach." Yoongi answers for him while Namjoon yawns.

"Aigoo, practicing on an empty stomach is the worst. Do you want to chew on some gum? It helps my stomach when I'm hungry." Taehyung takes out the some gum from his bag. He had made a habit of packing it when they travel to keep his ears from popping on planes and to have something on lengthy practice days.

Namjoon takes it, the mint gum helping to soothe his sour stomach. "That's actually a lot better, thanks."

Taehyung smiles. "No problem, hyung."

Back at the hotel, they all gathered in Namjoon's hotel room to eat, practicing their French for the upcoming concert.

"merci army.." J-hope does a fake head bow to the imaginary crowd, filling his stomach with local cuisine.

"Merci beaucoup." Taehyung makes a cheek heart.

"What's bea..ucoup..?" Jungkook asks.

"It's kinda just.. a more grateful, bigger thank you." Taehyung explains the best he can.

"You're just trying to show off your French skills." Jungkook pushed his shoulder playfully.

"I'm not." Taehyung says taking another bite of food.

Namjoon only ate about half as everyone else, but no one seemed to notice. He was sure to grab a piece of meat when Yoongi or Jin looked at him popping a piece in his mouth.

His stomach started to ache again after eating. (It might just be that I'm not used to the food, and it's on the greasy side.) Namjoon lies to himself. He couldn't admit he was sick. Not when he had three concerts to do.

"How do you say make some noise? Do you know?" Yoongi asks Taehyung.

"Ah.. I don't know.." Taehyung looks it up on his phone.

"faites du bruit."

The phone speaks in a robotic voice. Taehyung plays it again before trying to mimic it, Yoongi joining in.

While the others were distracted, Namjoon took his chance to go to the bathroom, his stomach trying to urgently push out his dinner, mouth pooling with sick.

He quickly turns on the sink to try to cover up the sound, gagging as quietly as he could into the tolietbowl, holding it tightly as another mouthful of mush splashes into the water.

Namjoon continued to try to handle the situation on his own, despite his desperate desire for Jin to rub his back or Yoongi to encourage him it'll be over soon.

When Namjoon finally finishes, he feels shaky on his feet. (That was awful..) He groans softly holding his sore abdomen, brushing his teeth to get the taste out of his mouth.

"Namjoon-ah." He heard the voice of Jungkook from the other side of the door. "Are you finished? I really need to use the bathroom.

"Uh..yeah, one second." (Sh*t..) Namjoon quickly flushed the toliet, opening the door for Jungkook, hoping the air vent got rid of enough of the sickly scent in the air.

Namjoon spits into the sink. "All yours Kook." He leaves to sit back by J-hope contemplating how he'd get the six out of his room so he could lay down without making them suspicious.

"Namjoon-ah you look pale, are you okay?" J-hope reaches for Namjoon, touching his forehead.

"I'll be fine. I'm just tired. We practiced for hours after a 11 hour flight.. We should all get to bed early." He tried the direct approach first.

"It's only 9:30." Jungkook points out with a pout.

"It'll take you at least an hour after laying down to go to sleep." Jin counters. "At least go lay down in your room."

"I'm tired too." Yoongi states with wide mouth yawn.

Jungkook doesn't argue, gathering his stuff. "Alright, hyung. I'll go to my room."

Everyone gathers their things to leave, going to their rooms, except Yoongi.

"Namjoon-ah here." Yoongi shoves a twin pack of medicine bottles into his hand one for day and one for night. "I asked staff to buy this for you.."

"Flu medicine? But i said-"

"Namjoon-ah I've known you for years. Cut the bullsh*t. I know you aren't feeling well, and your excuses won't work on me. Just take it."

Namjoon smiles softly. "Alright.. thank you Yoonie-hyung.."

"You need to tell me and Hoba if you're feeling up to this tomorrow. Don't try to push yourself harder than you can handle. Okay? We can figure this out together. Don't try to handle it all on your own." Yoongi squeezes Namjoon's shoulder.

"I just don't want to disappoint army. It's been five years since we performed here.." Namjoon couldn't promise he wouldn't try anyway, and thankfully Yoongi didn't ask him to.

Namjoon felt better after taking the medicine Yoongi gave him last night. He still felt nauseous when he moved, but it didn't feel like he needed to vomit. The stage check went perfectly, and he managed to convince Yoongi that he was fine. "I can do this.." He whispers to himself as he changes outfits, loosening the belt so it doesn't add pressure to his bloated middle.

"Is everyone ready?" Namjoon asks, rallying up the members. "Let's put on a good show.." He places his hand in the center, the boys hyping themselves up with their chant.

Yoongi led them to the lifts where they would appear, going right into Fire as soon as they reached the stage.

J-hope squeezes Namjoon's hand, wondering if Yoongi told him about last night or if he was suffering from nerves. (We can do this..)

As soon as the stage lights hit him and he started moving to the choreography, he felt like he was actually on fire, feeling his head spin, his jump slower than the other by a mere half second.

The crowd didn't notice that he messed up, but he knew J-hope did, but instead of his usual strict choreography leader look, it was with concern. (I'm sorry..) Namjoon mouthed the word.

As they switched into the next song the painful sloshing in his stomach worsened, relieved that he was holding a mic instead of having a headset to keep his wet burps from being heard. His body was starting to ache, his movements coming out stiff.

(One more song, then we'll do an introduction and change outfits, i just have to hold it until then..)

Namjoon's voice cracks when it comes to his verse, a painful ripple across his stomach making it hard to keep his voice under control. (Sh*t..I can't keep messing up..) Namjoon's guilt just made his stomach knot, amplifying the pain.

He felt his stomach lurch, pushing up the salad he had for breakfast, so he had at least something in his system. He swallows it back down, grimacing at the foul taste as it slides back down. (Not here.. please not here..)

Namjoon felt worse as he continued, already drenched in sweat without even being halfway through the concert. He pushed himself harder just to keep up with the others.(I need to take some more medicine..) the only thing that kept him going was the fans chanting his name..

"1..2..3.." Namjoon bows with the others, saying their hellos, working their way down the line.

"Hyung, you're already soaked in sweat, slow down.." Jimin whispers to him.

"I will..The next songs are slower. I'll be fine.."

Namjoon was far from fine.

(My head is splitting..) Namjoon swayed as he walked around the stage, unable to bring himself to bounce around like the others. Yoongi went up to him, hugging him from behind. "Namjoon you need to go off stage.. You're getting worse.."

Namjoon shakes his head, not thinking rationally. His mind was set on one thing and one thing only. Not disappointing the fans who screamed loudly for him when he sang his verse.

"You need to stop, i shouldn't have let you perform tonight." Yoongi tells him in a stern tone, like a father scolding theit child, mixed with worry."I mean it, Namjoon. Get off the stage. Now." Yoongi turns him to face the steps. (He's not looking well at all.. he's gonna vomit. I know it..)

Namjoon's eyes widen at Yoongi's tone, mistaking it for anger. He usually understood thats just the way he talked, but his mind was clouded from his rising fever. The movement made his stomach churn violently. Namjoon tried to calmly walk off stage, afraid if he moved too fast, he'd lose his breakfast in front of everyone. Seeing him leaving, Yoongi gets back to the song, just barely making it to his part before j-hope finishes his line.

Namjoon felt another wet burp come, the hot sick burning his throat as he runs off the stage swallowing it down once more, looking for anywhere that he could be sick in, but when he goes to the steps to leave the stage, his stomach had other plans, burping up its contents before he even got down two steps.

Yoongi quickly grabs his waist to keep him from falling forward, the pressure setting off Namjoon's stomach once more, spraying green all over the steps. (Fu*k.. sh*t.. I need to get him somewhere private..) Yoongi pulls Namjoon's arm around him, leaning heavily on the railing as he steps down, careful not to slip on the soiled stairs. He could feel the heat coming off of his body.

"Namjoon-ah you're an idiot, why did you continue when you were this sick? You told me you were okay.." Yoongi's scolding came out as a soft whine, feeling guilt for not telling the others. "I need help.. Namjoon got sick on the stairs.." Yoongi calls for help, several staff members coming to his call when they see Namjoon heaving they scatter to find a bin.

(I'm gonna be sick again..) Namjoon clamps his hand over his mouth, trying to stop himself from coloring the floor with more sick. (My heads spinning.. I don't even think I can stay sitting..)

Yoongi grips Namjoon tightly by the shoulder when he feels him falling forward. "I got you..I got you..it's alright Joon, if you make a mess, you make a mess. No one will care. I'll clean it up myself if I have to." Yoongi could feel Namjoon's spine tensing underneath his gentle rubs.

When he hears J-hope singing his verse the guilt sent his stomach over the edge, the sick coming out, dripping down his hand and into his lap.

"Just let it up Namjoon-ah, you'll feel better if you stop fighting it.." Yoongi grabs Namjoons wrist to move his hand from his face.

A staff member places a bin in Namjoon's lap. The sick rapper finally stop fighting it a proper place to throw up in, body trembling as it pushed out everything it had.

"I need water and some towels, please?" Yoongi asks, still holding the wrist of Namjoon.

"We can take care of him while you perform." The staff member offers.

"Yoongi go..I'll be okay.." Namjoon knew he'd regret it if he kept Yoongi down with him, making them two members short.

"I'll go back up after the VCR clip. Let me at least clean you up.. and I need to wait for the stairs to be clean anyway.." Yoongi takes the towel staff brought him, wetting it with the water bottle and wiping off Namjoon's hand, ignoring his stomach clenching. "You're so gross right now.."

"I'm sor..rupp..!" Namjoon's words were caught off by another mouthful of sick.

"I said it's fine. Don't apologize." Yoongi folds the towel up so the dirty side is folded in placing it on the floor. Yoongi lightly scratches down Namjoon's back.

The other members rush down as soon as the lights cut out on stage, searching for the two missing rappers.

"Is Joon okay?" Jin asks, rushing over to him.

"I don't think he can perform tonight.." Yoongi replies, moving away so Jin could take over. "The rap medley is next.. Jungkook-ah, Taehyung-ah? Do either of you know Namjoon's parts well enough to fill in for Namjoon?"

"I know Cypher pt 3 and Ugh! Really well.. but I'm not confident with Tear.." Taehyung answers.

"I'll do tear then. It's last on the list, right? I'll just quickly switch with Taehyungie-hyung. I'll reread it on my phone over and over. I can do it." Jungkook already started searching the lyrics, Taehyung doing the same. J-hope and Yoongi leave to get changed.

Namjoon gasps for breath as his body finally relents, putting an end to the dry heaves, rubbing his sore stomach. "Finally.." Namjoon sighs.

"Here, rinse your mouth Joonie." Jin gently moves the waste bin to the floor, holding the waterbottle to Namjoon's lips. Namjoon takes a mouthful, swishing it around, then spitting it out, taking a few drinks.

"One minute until the VCR ends." Staff alerts them."

"Careful hyung, you might upset your stomach again.." Jimin warns him. "Are you feeling any better?"

"I..I need to lay down.." Namjoon tried to stand, but vertigo hits hard, sending him back in the chair.

"Slow down Namjoonie-hyung, let me help you.." jimin takes both his hands, Jin grabbing him underneath his armpits, gently lifting him to his feet, leading him to his knees.

Jimin puts Namjoons head in his lap, moving the hair plastered from his forehead. "You're burning up Hyungie.. I don't think you'll be doing any more performing.."

"I can..I just need medicine..i..I was fine until it wore off.." Namjoons voice comes out hoarsely, coughing. "I..I have some in my bag.. please Hyung.." Namjoon whines to Jin.

"Alright.. if you're fever goes down before the concert ends you can perform, but the moment anyone suspects your getting worse, staff will escort you off the stage.." Jin couldn't be a hypocrite. He'd performed in terrible conditions plenty of times. He'll have to hear it from Yoongi and the others, but he knew they respected him too much to question his decision.

He could feel Jimin's concerned gaze on his back as he walked away to find Namjoons bag, bringing it to him, measuring out the medicine for Namjoon.

"I'll take full responsibility of him." Jimin promises to Jimin. "I'll even personally take him to the hospital.

"I'm sorry i can't dance for you.. I'm not in the best condition right now.." Namjoon tells the audience as he takes a seat in the chair of reflection. The crowd screams that it's okay. His stomach was still bloated and he still felt shivers running down his spine, but the sound of the crowd cheering his name gave him the strength he needed.

Namjoon pushed his way through the last part of the show, the members constantly coming up to him, squeezing his hand, hugging him from behind, serenading him. He found himself smiling as he rapped, feeling loved.

Jin and Jungkook supported Namjoon on both sides as they left the stage. "We should've told him to leave two songs ago, he's burning up again..poor hyungie.." Jungkook says sympathetically.

"He was doing fine, I'll stay with him tonight. Hoba and Yoongi are going to meet up with staff to see what we're going to do about the other concerts, there's no way he can do two more shows.."

(I can't miss anymore..) Namjoon coughs, unable to get any words out.

"You have to. Army will understand.." Jin tells him gently.

Namjoon didn't care. All he could think about was failing his team and his fans. His stomach tightened, muscles pushing nothing but slimely water gagging it up.

"Woah, Namjoonie!" Jin quickly gets him to his knees, Jungkook rubbing his back.

"It's okay..it's okay.." Jin finds a bin, placing in front as another round of sick pushes up, burning Namjoon's throat.

Tears fill the youngest rapper's eyes as he throws up everything he had left in him. "I fuc*ed it all up.." He sobs.

"Namjoon-ah, it's not your fault you're sick. Baby, don't cry.." Jin tries soothing him by stroking the back of his neck.

Jungkook blinks hard, quickly moving away from Namjoon before he starts crying, too going to the closest hyung for comfort.

"It's okay, Jungkookie. Joonie is just sick and frustrated. He'll get better.." J-hope hugs Jungkook close.

Namjoon's stopped just as suddenly as he started, having nothing left in him. Jin and Taehyung help him to his feet again, wanting to get him to the hotel to wash up and sleep as soon as possible.

As the leave the building, instead of hearing Army screaming their names, they hear them start singing..

"Let’s only walk on flower trails

I can’t say that

Let’s only see good things

I can’t say that either

Saying that there will only be good things from now on

Saying that you won’t get hurt

I can’t say that

I can’t lie like that..."

"That's...my part in 2!3!.. They're singing in korean.." Namjoon was astonished to hear them.

"They want you to know that you can't always have good days, Joon." Jin tells him, smiling when he hears Yoongi singing his verse when he heard them struggling. "They don't care if you can't perform for them. They just want you to be happy.."

Namjoon smiles through his tears, crying now from happiness, joining them for the chorus.

"You'll be okay, Joon.." Yoongi rubs his back, leading him into the car. "Thank you, army!" He shouts out the window, asking staff to stay until they at least make it through the song.

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